Hey, I just wanted to give a quick heads up my next few days are supper busy, so I just wanted to say that I can't post until Thurday night, at which point i will do all my post, but I feel obligated to make my PPV match the number one priority. Just wanted to give a quick heads up.

Alyssa actually did ease off a bit, though she didn't let Janet go entirely. Janet felt like she was still in a very difficult, very awkward position, as she most definitely needed to throw Alyssa off but, in her drunken, tired state, couldn't quite figure out how she should go about it. Alyssa's hold was sloppy, but Janet's fondling, her attempt to escape, was even sloppier. As Alyssa loosened up slightly and leaned back, Janet couldn't even do that anymore, and was forced to pull her hands away from the Bomber and think of something else.

"Uuurrgh...either or...fuck or be fucked..." Janet would groan, as she wiggled around underneath her opponent, trying to break free and make some sort of move. "Yeah, okay, sounds good."

Janet knew that the first thing she had to do was get out from underneath Alyssa and get her face out of the margarita mix they were fighting in. So she would get her hands underneath herself and push, trying to throw her body upwards and buck Alyssa off, knowing that failing to do so could spell disaster for her...

As her enemy bucked, Alyssa pushed herself forward. Drunk and tired as she was, she was still rather weighty. And so, as she scooted over, Janet could feel the sensation of the Bomber's rear and bikini bottom run across her back, until it came close to her head. Undoubtedly, if she had been lying on her back, she would've been about a few moments away from the receiving end of some facesitting. But as it stood, it was coming close to forcing her head back under the margarita mix once more!

Janet pushed up hard, pulling her face out of the water as she rose up onto her hands and knees with Alyssa straddling her back. However, as she pushed up, Alyssa realized what Janet was going to try to do and compensated for it. Alyssa pushed back down against the Lakota wrestler, sliding and changing her center of gravity. She was no longer sitting on Janet's back, where she was balanced and the Lakota could lift her up in a slow, determined fashion, but was now sitting on Janet's head, where she would be very difficult to buck off!

"Mmmpplggrrh!" Janet would splutter, as her head was forced back into the margarita mix. If she had been laying on her back, she would be suffocating under Alyssa's margarita-covered ass. She thought that that might have been better than drowning in pure, alcoholic margarita mix. Unfortunately, either way, she would still be in a very bad position. She tried to bridge, and she tried to arch her back, and she tried to kick her legs. Most importantly, she brought her hands up to grab onto Alyssa's hips, trying to pull her off in one direction or another. Unfortunately, Janet's struggles were growing weaker...

Alyssa thought she had this in the bag. Only after a few moments did she understand that the fight, even at this stage, was still in in the air. She was starting to slide off, even as she desperately tried to maintain her position on Janet's head. A surge of fear ran through her as she started yelling in panic. If Lakota didn't go down before she was freed, then the Bomber was done for. She didn't have the stamina to mount a comeback, not after all that.

Her legs were twin masses of pain now, over-tired and working past their limits now. Just a bit longer, until Lakota ran out of air and she was taken out. Alyssa just had to hold out for that time! It was like riding a bull, but worse. At least a bull was predictable. She was facing against every sort of escape method the seasoned veteran could employ against her, and it was working better than the Bomber wanted.

Janet was, quite literally, in a sticky situation. Trapped underneath her opponent's weight, she was very quickly running out of air in her lungs. That was not her only problem. Even if Alyssa rolled off of her right now, Janet would probably need several seconds to wipe the margarita mix off of her face and her hair so that she could open her eyes. And that would be enough time for Alyssa to come after her again.

Janet would need time to catch her breath, too. And in that time, Alyssa would be able to come after her again.

And this was all dependent on her escaping the position she was currently trapped in. As it was, she might just drown right now in the sticky alcohol, trapped underneath her opponent's hot body. And Janet could not figure out how to escape. She had thrown herself upwards, tried to wiggle to either side, and nothing worked. Her lungs were aching. Her brain was starting to lose the ability to form coherent thoughts. She opened her mouth to cry out, and was shocked by a sudden intake of margarita. She coughed and spluttered. She thrashed around, splashing the alcohol everywhere.

She was floundering. She was going to drown for real if she didn't submit. Her whole body ached. She still desperately wanted to find a way to turn this around. But...but...

Desperate, seconds away from losing consciousness, Janet would tap desperately on Alyssa's thigh, trying to get her foe to release her before she passed out!

Alyssa let go, her sticky body adhering for a second to Janet's before she slid off with her weight shifted to one side. In one small act of kindness, she held onto her opponent's opposite arm as she fell away, so that Lady Lakota would be turned onto her back. Out of energy, she could barely keep her head above the margarita mix. Considering her opponent's situation, the Bomber was only a little better off. At least the two of them could breathe now.

"Y... You're a lot better than I expected." She wheezed, closing her eyes to stop more mix from stinging them. "I don't think I would've won if the match was different."

She had been saved by the gimmick. There was no two ways about it, Lady Lakota was a force she could not have overcome without the slightly alcoholic mix that they had been wrestling in. It felt almost unfair, really. Not just her victory, but the fact that she had to face against somebody so talented in the semis. For all her quirks and her perverse habits, Alyssa had a sense of appreciation for the abilities of others. Somebody like Janet deserved to get to the end and earn the title, even if Alyssa didn't want to lose to her.

"Shit. I guess that means I've got to go ahead, don't I?"

There was a moment of sanity as she reached over with one hand and weakly rested it on her counterpart's shoulder.

"I don't say this to most people, but you got my respect. Next time we meet in the ring, I expect you to be gunning for the belt. Ain't no way I'd drop it otherwise."

Well, Janet had lost. Despite her best efforts, Alyssa had managed to overcome her, and she had done it fairly. As strange as this match had been, Janet knew what she was in for when she stepped into the ring earlier in the evening. And, despite her disappointment, she accepted the result. Alyssa was obviously a very talented wrestler, one who now had the chance to win this new softcore title in the championship bout of this inaugural softcore tournament.

"Huh...hey, what'd you expect?" Janet would ask, feeling a little fiery with the alcohol in her. Her voice, despite being raised slightly, bore no true malice. She was half-joking, trying to make friends after that intense fight, though she was so stunned at this point that it was a little difficult for her to converse through the haze. "I'm, like...I am a champion. Was a champion, after all. I should've expected to kick your ass!" Janet would punctuate that claim with a little laugh to show her good faith.

"It really was a good match. It's the first time I've ever gotten drunk in the ring, too, you know—at least while there was a fight going on," Janet would continue. As Alyssa rested a hand on her shoulder, Janet would flinch slightly, then relax, her adrenaline draining as it was now no longer necessary. "Hey, thanks. I hope you have good luck in the finals. And, you know, I definitely will be coming after you as soon as you have that belt. We'll definitely be meeting again."

"I expected to lose. Sorta." Alyssa grumbled, unsure of what to feel. "You were one of the better champions here. I don't know, feels kind of cheap to win this way."

Right now, the Bomber could look at this situation without the usual haze of self-aggrandizing ego clouding her judgment. Maybe it was the alcohol poking a hole in her madness. Who ever heard of sanity being the result of inhibition, though? The idea was almost laughable if it hadn't been very close to true. Still, Janet's good humour about this match made it easier for her to accept the outcome.

"Next time, you'll get a leg over. We both know that." There was a self-depreciating tone to her voice, but only for that last part. "But until that time, I'll be waiting. Don't forget about it, Janet."